I AM …a basketball I WONDER …who will pick me up I HEAR …the commotion of the humans I SEE …the hoop I’m trying to reach I WORRY …if I can bounce properly I WANT …to be used in a game
I PRETEND …to be a soccer ba-, nope just kidding I FEEL …as sturdy as I can be I TOUCH …the ground once, twice, three times, four times I WORRY …when I’m alone I CRY …if it’s not basketball season I AM …ready to roll
I UNDERSTAND …if I’m deflated I SAY …sometimes you’re there and sometimes you’re not I DREAM …of going into the pros I HOPE …of continuing my career for long time I AM …a basketball
A Barred Owl By **Richard Wilbur** The warping night air having brought the boom Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room, We tell the wakened child that all she heard Was an odd question from a forest bird, Asking of us, if rightly listened to, “Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?”
Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear, Can also thus domesticate a fear, And send a small child back to sleep at night Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
The intensity is starting to swell over me,
It feels as though I can’t hang on any longer,
If I trip, I fall, if I don’t jump, I’m stuck,
It brings me back to the past,
The first day, I found out
My alkalize heel and couldn’t believe it,
It drags me down always
Is it normal, am I special,
Is this the big decision I have to over-come?
I contemplate on it for many hours,
Before I know it I’m on the move
There is a mountain on the other side of my village,
It is an o.k. short walk to reach, but I do plan to come back before late,
Hopefully,
I would not go alone, but this is something that has to be faced alone,
By me
It has been the longest short walk in my life,
To think that me, of all people in the world,
Would be cursed with this fear,
But that shall end shortly, and as quickly as I said it,
Started up the mountain
Ledge after ledge, it was a devilish climb,
It didn’t take me long to look down,
Did I really come this far?
To others, this may have not been such a big issue,
But to me, so far it was my biggest accomplishment
Half an hour has past and I finally reached the top,
When I got there I was determined to conquer this curse,
I looked down with all the strength and energy I was able to muster up from the long climb up,
I told myself, what a view and that was when I realized,
I did it; I looked over the horizon and realized it was time to get back to my home, I was getting off the edge when it happen,
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh,
I heard a loud thump from below me and the sound of many rocks becoming one with the earth, but
I was safely hanging by the neck of my shirt from the mountain,
Not even five feet from the ground, I was alive, better yet, I conquered my curse. -Kobe- A poem I thought you might like:
To An Athelte Dying Young
A.E. Housman
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
and home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early through the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
I AM …a basketball
I WONDER …who will pick me up
I HEAR …the commotion of the humans
I SEE …the hoop I’m trying to reach
I WORRY …if I can bounce properly
I WANT …to be used in a game
I PRETEND …to be a soccer ba-, nope just kidding
I FEEL …as sturdy as I can be
I TOUCH …the ground once, twice, three times, four times
I WORRY …when I’m alone
I CRY …if it’s not basketball season
I AM …ready to roll
I UNDERSTAND …if I’m deflated
I SAY …sometimes you’re there and sometimes you’re not
I DREAM …of going into the pros
I HOPE …of continuing my career for long time
I AM …a basketball
A Barred Owl By **Richard Wilbur**
The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,
“Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?”
Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send a small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Fears of Heights
The intensity is starting to swell over me,It feels as though I can’t hang on any longer,
If I trip, I fall, if I don’t jump, I’m stuck,
It brings me back to the past,
The first day, I found out
My alkalize heel and couldn’t believe it,
It drags me down always
Is it normal, am I special,
Is this the big decision I have to over-come?
I contemplate on it for many hours,
Before I know it I’m on the move
There is a mountain on the other side of my village,
It is an o.k. short walk to reach, but I do plan to come back before late,
Hopefully,
I would not go alone, but this is something that has to be faced alone,
By me
It has been the longest short walk in my life,
To think that me, of all people in the world,
Would be cursed with this fear,
But that shall end shortly, and as quickly as I said it,
Started up the mountain
Ledge after ledge, it was a devilish climb,
It didn’t take me long to look down,
Did I really come this far?To others, this may have not been such a big issue,
But to me, so far it was my biggest accomplishment
Half an hour has past and I finally reached the top,
When I got there I was determined to conquer this curse,
I looked down with all the strength and energy I was able to muster up from the long climb up,
I told myself, what a view and that was when I realized,
I did it; I looked over the horizon and realized it was time to get back to my home,
I was getting off the edge when it happen,
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh,
I heard a loud thump from below me and the sound of many rocks becoming one with the earth, but
I was safely hanging by the neck of my shirt from the mountain,
Not even five feet from the ground, I was alive, better yet, I conquered my curse.
-Kobe-
A poem I thought you might like:
To An Athelte Dying Young
A.E. Housman
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
and home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early through the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.